As soon as the words left her mouth, I knew what I was going to do, and if the rest of the guys didn't like it, they could suck me! "I might know of something," I said.

"Oh really?" she asked, her voice hopeful.

"Hell yes! Our band is looking for an assistant. With your business background, I think you'd be perfect."

"You're shittin’ me." She laughed and covered her mouth. She looked at me as if she didn't believe what I’d just offered her. I couldn't help but laugh at her comment.

"I shit you not!" I laughed. "I was actually going to place an ad in the paper next week and hopefully start interviewing, but, if you want the job, it's yours."

"Really? I mean; that would be great!" She threw her arms around my neck and rolled us back onto the sand. The scent of ocean and fresh flowers filled my nose as she stared down at me with flushed cheeks. "Thank you, so much." And just like that, she was up on her feet.

"I have to go tell Jules. She's going to die when she hears the news." She brushed herself off and looked back to where I sat on the sand. I couldn't move, because from the moment she threw her arms around my neck, my cock had sprung to life. There was no way in hell, I'd stand up now and scare her off.

"You go ahead. I'll catch up to you." I watched her perfect hips swaying, as she walked up the steps and disappeared from sight. I doubted that we could ever be just friends. That girl was mine. She just didn't know it yet.

Peyton

"You've got to be the luckiest bitch I know," Jules said from where she sat on my bed. I shuffled through the hangers in my closet in search of something to wear. I was meeting the band at a small get together tonight at the bass players house. Levi told me he'd pick me up at seven. It was already six and I'd yet to decide on what to wear. I did remember he told me to wear something warm, because Linc and Honesty lived on the beach, and the breeze coming off the ocean could get chilly at night. I finally decided on a dark pair of jeans and a soft pink sweater.

"Let's just hope the guys like me, or I'll be stuck at the coffee shop longer than I want to be."

"They'd be crazy not to love you. You sure I can't go with you? I kind of have a thing for the drummer." She winked at me.

"Jules, you have a thing for rockers, period." I laughed and ran the brush through my long, blond hair. "What about Marcus?”

"We're just having fun. He has my number if he wants to call, maybe I'll answer, and maybe I won't. Besides, you know me, I like variety." She giggled, walked from the room, and disappeared down the hall. There was one thing about Jules; she was a free spirit. She had probably been a hippie in a former life.

"Relax, you've got nothing to be nervous about." Levi's silver skull ring, clicked against the metal of the gearshift as his Camaro sped down the interstate. It was bad enough sitting in his brand, spanking new mean-machine with him, looking delicious in a pair of designer jeans and gray, long-sleeve sweater, but I was actually going to meet the rest of the band. I felt so jittery right then that I wanted to crawl under the seat and hide. I smiled and brushed a strand of hair behind my ear.

"That's easy for you to say. You know these people and I don't. I'm not used to being around famous people. They make me nervous." I admitted and resisted running my damp palms over the tops of my jeans.

"Really, Peyton, we're just normal everyday people. We eat, sleep, and deal with normal shit just like everybody else." I bit down on my lower lip and stared out the window, watching the scenery fly by.

We rolled to a stop in front of a multi-story beach home, protected by a tall brick and iron fence. Levi punched in a code and the large, black gate swung open, granting us entrance. It wasn't as large or elaborate as Marcus Little's mansion, but it was a close second. Palm trees and flowering shrubs looked as though they'd been strategically placed to highlight the structure of the home. There was a circular drive and a coral color, cement path, which led to the house’s entrance. The cut glass in the door sparkled in the light of the beautiful chandelier that could be seen through the double doors.

"Take your shoes off!" A beautiful brunette eyed Levi as we stepped inside. He grumbled something under his breath about Honesty, while he slipped out of his chucks.

"What the fuck? I used to live here. I never had to take my shoes off then." Levi replied playfully, and then hugged the beautiful woman. For a moment, something in the pit of my stomach didn't set well. Could this be an old girlfriend? What was more disturbing was why that thought bothered me?

"You don't live here anymore. Besides, we got new carpet and I'd like to keep it nice without you guys fucking it up!" She laughed, before turning her attention to me. Wow. She really was beautiful and suddenly I felt like a sack of potatoes. A knot formed in my throat when I extended my hand.

"I'm Peyton Frost." Levi wrapped his arm around my shoulder and tugged me into his side. A very warm side, making my girly parts tingle. Damn.

"Peyton, this is Honesty, Linc's wife." He tilted his head toward the beaming brunette. I really should have done some band research if I was hoping to work with them.

"It's so nice to meet you, Peyton. The guys are out back if you'd like to join them. I'm just going to finish up in the kitchen and then I'll be out," she said, looking from Levi to me.

"I'd love to help, if that's okay," I offered.

"I would appreciate that." She smiled warmly and I relaxed a little. Levi gave a salute and laughed as if he knew he'd just received his marching orders. I watched him walk out onto the patio to join the rest.

"So, Levi told us that you're taking the assistants job," she commented, as she began placing sub sandwiches onto a large platter. "I think that's great. They could really use someone to help them out. They've been without a manager for a while now. That's another story for another time," she added.

"I honestly don't know how Jinx and they guys have made it this long without someone. I try to help as much as I can, but my free time is about to become filled with other things." She grinned when she said it, but didn't elaborate and I didn't ask.

"They have a website, Facebook page, Twitter accounts, among other social media sites to keep tabs on. They're good about posting things for their fans, but some of the guys need a little more guidance than others. Just to give you an example," she arched her brow with a grin. "Chance likes to post dick pics." She rolled her eyes, and I couldn't help but full-out belly laugh.

"I swear, they are like babysitting a bunch of three year olds sometimes." She laughed, and picked up the now overflowing platter of sandwiches. "Grab the chips if you don't mind." She nodded toward the big bowl sitting on the counter.

I grabbed the bowl and fell into step behind her, feeling a little more at ease than the ride over. We stepped out onto the patio that surrounded a sparkling, blue pool. The guys were all lounging nearby nursing beers. Levi stood from his chair and closed the distance when he caught sight of me.

"Guys, this is, Peyton Frost. She's the band's new assistant, so show her some love, but not too much, because I've got my eye on this one," he said, pulling me into his side. The touch caused my body to light up like the fourth of fucking July. It was as if we’d never even had the friend’s discussion. Levi introduced me to the members and he was right, they were just like normal people. Maybe I could handle this job after all. They all stood and made their way over to the table where Honesty and I stood.